Winter Iv - Snowstorm In Michigan

Sails of snow Hoisted To the roar of northern wind Wires wild Leashed to masts Banging like spoons on pots and pans Sea of Earth lurching Beneath The creaking planks of our house On we go Tossed and turned The bow of our kitchen Cutting through slaps of whitecaps Windows sinking Chimney smoke whipping from the rooftops Bushes plumed and weighed down To their knees With buckets bailed of snow Swaying low Like the last herd of wooly mammoths Dragging themselves down the street A march to oblivion The storm subsides after three nights and two days Though the trees continue to throw snowballs On their own We emerge Michiganians Terrified sailors Transformed To butlers and maids Sweeping and dusting Shoveling and chipping The destruction From the wrecked decks of our driveways Signaling at dusk to one another Through flashlight Morse code All is well All is well We survived.